The spring bouquet, by M.A.G.

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1865

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Page 76 - In all places, then, and in all seasons, Flowers expand their light and soullike wings, Teaching us, by most persuasive reasons, How akin they are to human things. And with childlike, credulous affection We behold their tender buds expand ; Emblems of our own great resurrection Emblems of the bright and better land.
Page 90 - Little drops of water, Little grains of sand, Make the mighty ocean, And the pleasant land.
Page 38 - GOD might have made the earth bring forth Enough for great and small, The oak-tree, and the cedar-tree, Without a flower at all.
Page 39 - I have nought that is fair?" saith he; "Have nought but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves.
Page 73 - COME, ye disconsolate ! where'er ye languish, Come to the mercy-seat, fervently kneel: Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish ; Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal. 2 Joy of the desolate, light of the straying, Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure ! Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying, Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot cure.
Page 39 - God made the country, and man made the town. What wonder then that health and virtue, gifts, That can alone make sweet the bitter draught, That life holds out to all, should most abound And least be threatened in the fields and groves...
Page 16 - Oh say not, dream not, heavenly notes To childish ears are vain, That the young mind at random floats, And cannot reach the strain. Dim or unheard, the words may fall, And yet the heaven-taught mind May learn the sacred air, and all The harmony unwind.
Page 85 - WEEP not for those whom the veil of the tomb In life's happy morning hath hid from our eyes, Ere sin threw a blight o'er the spirit's young bloom, Or earth had profaned what was born for the skies. Death chill'd the fair fountain ere sorrow had stain'd it; 'Twas frozen in all the pure light of its course, And but sleeps till the sunshine of heaven has unchain'd it, To water that Eden where first was its source.
Page 90 - Little deeds of kindness, Little words of love, Make our earth an Eden, Like the heaven above.
Page 29 - His weakest one ; No deed though poor shall be forgot, However feebly done. The prayer, the wish, the thought, The faintly spoken word, The plan that seemed to come to nought, Each has its own reward...

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